“And den da whole bloody werks of ’em dressed up in their undies and strapped inta machines of all sorts and shapes.”
This is how Pioneer Jed from the 1940’s Canadian prairies would describe his early morning visit to any local modern gym because paying to extract aimless energy in the midst of a bunch of strangers just because none of you is working as effectively as your bodies say you should seems
downright nutso if the situation is considered from the view point of view of
an as yet un-propagandized old ground breaker’s mind. Of course,
when we think of a bunch of scantily clad folks exerting
and straining themselves for no gain other than
to expand a muscle group or alter their
body weight us moderners say
“have at it pal” because
everyone knows playing in the street is dangerous.
Thank you, friend.
Hey, rat over there…what’s that…?